Wang Xiaojuan is not a unique woman, and she is also a quite free existence in the sword curtain.

And this time, she saved Xu Yongzheng, and Xu Yongzheng also expressed that she did not owe each other.

Therefore, Wang Xiaojuan walked openly and behaved quite chicly.

Xu Yongzheng was also happy to enjoy this not delicious rabbit meat, he tried his best, and almost fell into the hands of the orange-robed woman, and he escaped alive at this moment, naturally he was grateful.

Wang Xiaojuan was in too much of a hurry, and he couldn't ask what happened to the Eight Great Mountains.

Therefore, Xu Yongzheng closed his eyes like this and began to cultivate.

After the battle not long ago, he felt that the qi in his body was somewhat depleted, and he had not recovered to this day.

However, he couldn't look at it inwardly, so he had to pin his hopes on the nameless exercises that the old Qi Divine Stick had given him.

In this way, half a day passed quickly.

It's not a way to go on like this.

Wei sighed in the sea of knowledge, making Xu Yongzheng unclear.

Wei quickly made a voice and said, "Next time you won't be so lucky, Xu Yongzheng." ”

"Hmm. I know. ”

Xu Yongzheng also nodded in agreement. The pen holder fork that day was too dangerous.

"What do you want me to say about you?"

Xu Yongzheng seemed to feel a little thirsty, and poured another big sip of wine.

"Are you crazy, dare to drink at such a time?"

Xu Yongzheng seemed a little frustrated, and said, "Then what can I do?"

"There's something strange about me in my body, and I can't see it to this day. This strange disease seems to be incurable. ”

"Strange disease?" asked Stranger.

"I didn't tell you before, I don't have parents, I don't have siblings. I was an orphan. When I was eight years old, I contracted a strange illness and nearly died. Fortunately, he was treated by a Taoist priest from Youfang to survive to this day. ”

"That Taoist priest is the one you often read about in the sea of knowledge?"

"Uh-huh. That's right. I'm used to calling him Qi Lao Shen Stick. It was also he who took me with him, taught me the nameless exercises, and treated me like a relative. ”

"I want to find a good job when I grow up and give him a good old age. It's a pity that in the end, he died, died in that Qinghui Town, and his bones were gone. ”

hasn't been together for a long time, and Wei has never seen his good life, but it is the first time he has seen Xu Yongzheng's mood so low.

"It wasn't until you said I couldn't see inwardly that I guessed something about my strange illness. Moreover, just now I followed your mantra again, and found that it still didn't work, there was something in the sea passage that blocked me, and I couldn't get through. ”

"It's weird. Do you know what that is?"

"I don't know. ”

Xu Yongzheng was silent again, and he didn't practice the nameless exercises anymore.

Seeing this, he said softly: "Xu Yongzheng, I will only say this kind of thing once, and it will be the last time, whether you can listen to it or not." ”

"It's only been four or five years since you've really practiced swords, and it's already remarkable to be able to reach such a point. My eleventh, no, among the twelve masters, you can be in the top three. With such qualifications, you should be confident in yourself and not be so stanceal. "

"You have learned Jiang Xuanchu's kendo, which is not only your chance, but also your responsibility. I never told you a while ago that Jiang Xuanchu actually has descendants. Be kind, since you have learned from him, you have to give some care to future generations. ”

"I let you figure out the artistic conception by yourself, it's not that I mean to make things difficult for you, and it's not that I don't know the mystery. It is a way of artistic conception, limited by the way of heaven, which can only be understood, not spoken. Now it looks like you've taken a fork in the road. ”

"What fork in the road?" Xu Yongzheng asked subconsciously. He was only then relieved, and when he heard the comfort, he slowly came back to his senses, and he was not as disheartened as he had noticed.

Wei sighed lightly, and then said: "If you don't practice it yourself, you will never know the truth. After all, practice is the only criterion for testing truth. ”

"If you think that the qi is not long enough, and you can only urge the artistic conception five or six times, and thus think about expanding the qi, this is wrong. Your qi, from what I have seen, is almost unrivaled in the same realm, but for some unknown reason, there are not many of them, so you are now like a beggar who guards the mountain of gold and can't use it. But if you're trying to save money, you're wrong. ”

"You see Tiandao as a bad old man, and you yourself are a student who wants to become famous. That bad old man will like you more and more. Then, on the other hand, your work will become lighter and lighter. ”

"Because that bad old man has read your work countless times, and it will resonate with you. Your initial artistic conception of intercepting the river is correct, and it is simplified to that one stroke, although the power is reduced, but the victory is fast. Just like in the same exam, your work has been completed and the opposite side is still brewing, which is a win. ”

"Of course, it's not enough to win completely, the other side can be the first to move, so you need to finish more in the same amount of time as him. If it's a duplicate, it's not impossible. It's best to have a combination of moods. At this point, your master Jiang Xuanchu has done a good job. ”

Xu Yongzheng never asked the question that he hoped for but desperately didn't want to ask.

That is, how did my master Jiang Xuanchu do it?

As soon as these words come out, I am afraid that Xu Yongzheng's future kendo will only become the second Jiang Xuanchu at most.

Along the way of martial arts, you can't blindly follow the traces of your predecessors, and you will only suffer for life in the end.

And Wei was extremely excited to explain Jiang Xuanchu's Zhuo Extraordinary to Xu Yongzheng, but in the end he held back.

He should not do such a thing that harms others and himself, after all, Xu Yongzheng is finally a little motivated.

Xu Yongzheng put down the rabbit leg and carefully wiped his oily right hand.

His body was far from recovering, but at this moment, he still took out the Xuanyi Sword and figured out the artistic conception.

Needless to say, the artistic conception of intercepting the river has evolved again. From the fence to the crossed diagonal cross, every step of the way was the result of his own painstaking efforts.

Now, if he wants to figure out the artistic conception of the combination, he naturally has to know what he has learned.

After drawing those strange symbols, he drew three wavy lines more casually to represent the river.

Fold Yue's artistic conception, he began to use the wood to come out. It is also the most spectacular. According to Xu Yongzheng's guess, it is very likely that Jiang Xuanchu himself used some means to portray it.

And what kind of strength Jiang Xuanchu reached at the beginning, I'm afraid I still have to ask that stinky guy.

Xu Yongzheng painted a high mountain on the ground, and then according to his feeling of urging the artistic conception at that time, he finally completed it with a few strokes. It was then that he realized the complexity of this artistic conception for the first time. Those messy lines, in his own opinion, were a little surprised.

Xu Yongzheng couldn't help but smile lightly, no wonder the artistic conception urged after that time was sometimes good and bad.

If it is said that at this moment, the artistic conception of the mountain that he painted can only be equivalent to the fence that intercepted the river at the beginning.

After painting this artistic conception, Xu Yongzheng drew a circle on the ground, and then drew a straight line, pointing diagonally to the circle.

He closed his eyes slightly, thought about it again, and used his foot to paint the pattern out again. How can this kind of pattern that is inspired by him be the artistic conception?

After drawing these two patterns, he held his cheeks and thought about it.

Mountains and rivers, mountains and rivers, rivers meet mountains and change lanes, so the river belongs to the gentle.

And the walls stand thousands of miles, and the mountains are naturally resolute.

How to combine this softness and rigidity?

didn't hear the stars and moon, didn't smell the birds and beasts, Xu Yongzheng spent the night without a clue.

Looking at Xu Yongzheng, who was so diligent, he sighed a little.

Such artistic conception talent, such hard work, but because of a strange disease, can no longer progress?

Could it be that God is bored and wants to play a joke on him?

Thinking about his mutilated body, he shook his head again.

The Book of Soldiers is like him, since more than 400 years ago, he was slapped by Bai Xingluo to the point of incompleteness. By mistake, when I met such Xu Yongzheng, is it a perfect match?

Xu Yongzheng, Xu Yongzheng, where are you a ghost?